Another Saturday means another day trip from London.
Today, we took the two hour bus ride to the White Cliffs of Dover. They announced our arrival at the bottom of the cliffs and there were a few minutes where we were all a little worried that they were going to drop us off at the bottom and we’d have to hike up. Thankfully, they did drop us off at the top. Unthankfully, it started to rain as soon as we got out of the bus.
We took shelter in the visitor center/cafe/gift shop for fifteen minutes while the rain passed over.
Then we walked the twenty minutes out to photo point and took some pictures.
We continued walking since we had more time and ran into these donkeys.
It was ridiculously windy. And muddy. I did not make the right shoe choice for this. (Luckily the shoes were fine after some attention from a Clorox wipe.)
Before getting back on the bus, we had a cream tea from the shop. For those of you who don’t know what a cream tea is: it’s tea (with cream) and a fruit scone with jam and clotted cream. And if you don’t know what clotted cream is: it’s like butter, but less buttery and more creamy taste wise, if that makes sense.
In Canterbury, our first stop was a local pub. I had some really good fish and chips, which I haven’t had in a while and have kind of been craving.
Then we went to a tourist attraction called the Canterbury Tales. It was a walk through tour of a set with an audioguide where they told five of the tales from Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. The tour took about forty minutes and they told five tales as well as the story of the tales themselves and the story of Thomas Beckett. It kind of reminded me of a Disney ride, if you walked instead of rode through it.
The basic premise of the tales is that all these pilgrims met to take the four day walk from Southwark to Canterbury and they decided to tell stories to see who could tell the best one. It’s a notable book because it’s the first book written in English (middle english) instead of French or Latin. Thomas Beckett was the Archbishop of Canterbury, and he really annoyed the king. So one day, the king yelled something about how he wanted to be rid of him so four knights took that as an order and rode to Canterbury. They murdered him in the church, but when they chopped off his head he remained in a praying position.
We got to the famed Cathedral right before it closed. But we were able to walk through it all. The outside looked like it would have been really impressive if it hadn’t been completely covered in scaffolding.
The inside of the church is massive.
Then we got back on the bus and headed back into the city.
Did you ever have to read the Canterbury Tales for school? What’s your favorite of the tales? Mine was the Wife of Bath’s tale, out of the five I heard on the tour today.